We were then dropped home by an old gentlemen. I took mom to our room she lied down on her bed. I also felt like lying down. Now were at the “CC” ...hape, meaning my back facing her stomach and she was cuddling my from behind, she was running her hands on my back and hair. I was liking it, slowly she hugged me tight. We went to sleep fast in that position.Then slowly about few hours later. I felt something strange. I opened my eyes and I saw my moms hands on my cock and balls, my shorts were. Cindy yells LEAVE HIM ALONE PLEASE!!! The black man turns to her WHO THE HELL ARE YOU BITCH? I'm his wife leave before I call the cops! OH BITCH YOU'LL NEED MORE THEN COPS BEFORE I'M DONE. Frankie you never said you were married while you were fucking my ladies. Cindy screams WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT FUCKING YOUR LADIES? Oh well Frankie has ran up a $850.00 bill fucking my whores plus another $1000 on the tables and I'm here to get my money do you have it? No and I'm not paying it even if I. "She closed her office door and changed into hiking clothes. A favorite pair of running shoes, a pair of running shorts, sports bra, T-shirt and sweatshirt. She pulled her thick, dark mane into a ponytail and put on her favorite pair of sunglasses as she headed out the door."I think I'll go spend some time on the trails," she commented to her secretary, tossing the comment over a shoulder as she headed for the stairs rather than the elevator. Seventeen flights down and still her knees trembled.. Roberts.'Barbara, may I call you Barbara?' 'Of course, Mr. Frank. Lead on.''My railroad has taken over many of the tracks in this state, either by directed service or because the state had bought up many abandoned lines and was looking for someone to take them over and make them operative again. 'Directed service' is where the state or the Feds decide a rail line is too important to local commerce to lay fallow, so they tell a railroad to take them over, sort of like eminent domain. Often they.